When Kimnar, Henry and Martia stepped through the teleporter, they arrived in the circular room they had first visited in the subterranean world of Xlarn.
"There's somebody down here," said Henry.
"They're in that room with the vision screens," added Martia.
Kimnar frowned. "You're right, and I sense that one of them is Weston. Let's have a closer look!"
But already, it seemed, detectors had discovered their presence. In three seconds they heard running footsteps and they saw the tell-tale progression of light advancing toward them along the curved passageway.
Two men came into view, to be followed by a man on crutches who shouldered his way in between them.
"Weston!" exclaimed Martia.
"Dr. Edwards!" Henry cried out. Edwards was the man with the gun—the same gun that Kimnar had used against Mlargn.
The other member of the trio was the Indian Prince, his precious turban now much disheveled and awry.
"Aha!" cried Weston, grinning and leaning on his crutches with a derisive air. "So the wanderers have returned!"